My mother's composition for the first grade of junior high school

In daily study, work and life, everyone has written compositions. With the help of compositions, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. Do you know how to write a good essay? The following are 10 essays on my mother that I collected and compiled for the first grade of junior high school. They are for reference only. I hope they can help everyone. My Mother's Composition for the First Grade of Junior High School Part 1

Mother, this is such a kind name. The moment I was born, my mother endured unimaginable pain. When I first learned to speak, the first person I called was "Mother."

My mother is a hard-working and kind-hearted farmer; she does not have nice clothes or gorgeous language, and she is not as young and beautiful as mothers in the city. But, I love my mother, she is the most important thing in my life.

I live in a remote rural family. My mother was tortured by illness when I was very young, and my father owed foreign debt. So our life has always been very poor. My mother is a hard-working and kind-hearted housewife. She works day and night. Watching her busy in the kitchen all day long, the tears of gratitude flowed from her eyes to my young heart.

I remember when I was very young, the rural areas were very backward, and there were frequent power outages. It was difficult to turn on the lights for a few days throughout the year. My mother would light a kerosene lamp and mend my clothes. Every day, I get up before dawn and go to the fields to do farm work. I don't come back until the stars blink. But she didn't complain at all, she dedicated all her love to us. But he couldn't bear to add half a piece of clothing and have a good meal. Always leave the best clothes for us to wear and the best food for us to eat.

Once, because of trivial matters in life, my mother and I had a fierce quarrel. My mother's face was very ugly. In anger, I slammed the door and left my mother alone in the house. At night, when I came home hungry, I was in a terrible mood. I thought to myself that my mother no longer loved me. When I arrived at the door of my house, I found that the door was ajar. I opened the door anxiously and saw my mother sitting anxiously on the chair. "Are you back? Go eat quickly!" The all-too-familiar voice made my heart feel warm. It turned out that my mother had not closed the door. It turned out that my mother had been anxiously waiting for me to come back. I tried my best to hold back the tears because I felt maternal love again.

Mother, it was you who carried me through the muddy country roads; it was you who raised me up with those hard-working hands; it was you who taught me how to behave and do things with kindness. When I look back on all this, tears have filled my eyes. I really don’t have any heroic words to praise my mother. The ruthless loss of time has carved the growth rings of the years on my mother's face. My mother's hands are covered with calluses, her dry and brown hair has added strands of silver, and her face is also covered with wrinkles. Inadvertently, I suddenly felt that my mother was old, really old, and her eyes were blurry. But what can I give my mother?

Mother, you have given me too much, and I cannot repay you. As Mother's Day is approaching, I want to say to all the mothers in the world: "You have worked hard, and we will always love you." My mother's essay on the first day of junior high school 2

First of all, she is a Human beings, she has endured everything that humans can bear, and everything that humans cannot bear.

Secondly, she is a woman, but she does not get the happiness and support that a woman should have, only betrayal.

Furthermore, she is a teacher, and she has fulfilled all the responsibilities of a teacher. In the sense of a teacher, she is very successful.

Finally, she is a mother, and she takes this role too far. In the maternal sense, she fails.

That she is my mother, a miserable woman. When you see her, she is usually full of energy, high-spirited, and even a little proud. Therefore, she never exposed her weakness and used her thin body to bear the physical and mental pain. She was often seen in a daze. That was when she used her heart to soothe the pain and drive away the sad past bit by bit, but she was different from other stronger women. She loves to cry, and she will complain to me only in front of me. To be honest, it's quite annoying. I had an argument with her a few days ago and she said that a character like yours will definitely be miserable when you grow up. I replied, I only know why you are suffering. She should be sad to say this. Really, she has a very bad personality. She can talk about things that others don't have at all. She can talk about you all day long and make you feel sick in your stomach and have to get angry at her. She must be suspicious, and very serious, but she is a Chinese teacher, so it makes no sense at all. She can also make wild claims. She first doubts, then speculates, and then concludes. She doesn't listen to the explanation at all, and believes that she is right. In the end, she would bring a towel to wipe the tears from my eyes. In fact, I know that I should endure it, but I still can't endure it. It's time to learn.

Regarding marriage, I don’t want to say much, except that her biggest mistake in this life was choosing my father. Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but it’s true.

Although she is nearly 40 years old, she is still young and very beautiful, that is all I can say.

Teacher, it must be her innate ability. According to her, the classes she taught were either NO1 or NO2, and she always seemed not to care.

But one year, she really failed, but she spent the whole holiday thinking about it. Like a child.

She is very presentable. If someone compliments her, she will tell me right away when she gets home.

The memory about her is very complete, but after all, my literary talent is not enough, and the words are fragmented and do not have many characteristics. But this is my mother.

My mother, my relatives. My mother's composition for the first grade of junior high school 3

To be honest, my mother is a bit "out of tune." This directly or indirectly causes me to be a bit "out of tune."

Why is this so? explain? Because I have evidence.

Evidence 1, my name

My name is Kang Xinchen. Everyone knows this, but they don’t know the story behind the name!

On May 18, 1994, at eight o'clock in the morning, I landed quietly. I was born, so the first question was my name.

My father was full of enthusiasm and wanted to devote his whole life to national construction. So, when I saw it was someone with a "handle", I went to work happily.

So the important task of choosing a name was handed over to my mother’s shoulders. But my mother graduated in science, so she is not very proficient in the art of writing, and she is "in tune."

She simply threw the dictionary to me and asked me to translate it myself. Anyway, my surname is Kang , as for what to call it, it’s up to me. It’s quite strange. I don’t know what happened, but I suddenly turned to the page of “Xin”, and then “Chen”, so I called it Kang Xinchen.

Evidence 2, democratization

When I grow up, I will naturally be exposed to some things, but if I don’t have a little experience, I will naturally ask my parents. My father is a "workaholic" who can't even catch his shadow. There is no other way, just ask your mother. My mother's nonchalant reply: "What do you think?"

Other people's mothers are all-round care, but my mother is all-round indulgence. Therefore, I have been an untamed wild horse since I was a child, and I cannot stand any restraint.

When I was a child, I would always bleed, break my legs, and cut my hands, but I was too lazy to tell my mother; anyway, the answer was always the same - "What do you think?"

When I was in elementary school, the class teacher always praised those students whose parents’ signatures were on their notebooks, because it showed that their parents had checked.

What do parents do when they hear teachers praising other students? I have the eyes of a white rabbit—jealous.

The reason is simple. Dad is a "workaholic" and naturally cannot be relied upon. And the mother always says, "Look."

The more times it is said, the effect will naturally be the same as "The wolf is coming". Therefore, I can only be jealous for nothing.

In the past, whenever I saw a mother and son on the street, I would always think of my "unobtrusive" mother.

Later, when my mind became rational, I understood the mystery.

Although my mother is "unconventional", I have gained a lot, haven't I? My mother's composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 4

My mother is very ordinary but great. She and her father support this ordinary and happy family.

My family is not particularly rich, but with the support of my parents, our family is very happy. I don’t have any extravagant hopes or prayers, as long as we can be happy, joyful, and warm every day.

My mother is very ordinary, but she is also very great. She gave me a life, a happy living environment, and a warm family. For me, wealth is no longer important. As long as our parents and sister can live happily.

My mother has long, shiny black hair, like a waterfall, with a simple and natural charm. The pair of shining eyes embedded under the two sword-shaped eyebrows are as crystal clear and bright as the stars in the night sky. But time changed her: her pink face turned dark, her black hair turned white, and her delicate hands became rough; her mother changed, and time turned her Her appearance and temperament have changed, but no matter how she changes, she is still my mother, the person who gives me the most warmth and encouragement in the world; so no matter how my mother treats me, I will always be grateful.

As the saying goes: A fetus in ten months is generous, but the repayment in three lives is light; my mother beat me for my own good, and I know that if she hits me, it hurts her heart; when she is pregnant in ten months, her mother is so kind It’s not easy! But she persisted in giving birth to me. After I was born, I got into so many troubles and got into so many things. My mother always said something about me. I know: That was not to scold me, but to teach me how to be a human being and how to be a moral person. ; Therefore, mother is very hard, and mother’s hard work cannot be summarized in a few words. Because the love she gave me was really too much, definitely not inferior to any mother in the world.

My mother loves me a lot. I used to make my mother angry and worried. Every time she hit me, she would apologize and tell me why she hit me. I know: my mother paid too much. Even more, she doesn’t ask for anything, she just wants me to study hard and grow up well. She paid silently, and exchanged her youth for the joy of my growth. She was like my close friend, listening to what I had to say and then comforting me.

I love her because she regards me as the most important person in her life and indispensable. See me as the apple of your eye. Others don’t have as much as I do. My mother may be very ordinary and not many people know her name, but I know that I think she is great. I don’t need to let the whole world know about me. Having a mother is great. As long as I know my mother’s good qualities, I can forget about my mother’s bad qualities and her unhappiness.

You know why my mother’s black hair has a few white hairs, that’s because I always make her angry; why my mother is so young, but has so many wrinkles, that’s because I often let her worry. I didn't understand how selfless her love was. I thought she only loved her sister. This selfish idea was given up a long time ago: it was a sunny afternoon, and everyone else had finished lunch. But I was in the hospital. I had a disease: appendicitis. It was fine. But my mother was afraid that something would happen to me and insisted on letting me have an operation. I was very unhappy and depressed in the ward. I didn’t want to have an operation. I knew that the operation was zero-risk. , but I don’t want to waste my family’s money. But my mother didn’t want me to be in pain again and again. She wanted to see a smile on my face, and she didn’t want me to always have a sad face, like a bitter gourd, so my mother insisted on letting me have the operation. On the day of the operation, I was pulled into the operating room by a hospital cart. You followed me, but in the end I was stopped. Outsiders are not allowed in the operating room. You were worried that I was afraid of the scalpel and pain, so I was always frightened and couldn't sleep last night. Do you still have the spirit to persevere? Even your father fell asleep, but you waited outside for more than three hours. You survived those three hours. Your tiredness has already made your eyes red and bloodshot. Later, when I came out of the operating room, you ran over and followed the hospital car into the ward. I was still in a coma, and you snored on me. It turned out that you were so anxious that you fell asleep a few days before my operation. Before I knew it, several nurses nearby were moved. How could I not be moved by this kind of motherly love?

Mom, you hold up a wonderful tomorrow and shine on me like the sun. I will not remember your bad things. I will honor you and love you! Composition on My Mother for the First Grade of Junior High School Part 5

I have a hard-working and kind-hearted mother.

She is not tall, with a pair of medium-sized eyes full of expectations for us, two eyebrows, a nose that is neither high nor low, and two thin lips. It looks like my mother’s kind face. In my heart, my mother is the greatest.

Mother’s life is like a cup of hot tea, giving us its fragrance and sweetness without reservation, but what about themselves? What is left is endless bitterness and bitterness.

A delicious lunch is mother’s love, a clean room is mother’s love, hot milk is mother’s love, mother has given us the unique love in the world, and as children we have If we don’t seriously understand and care about our mother, even if we help a stranger, he will at least say thank you, not to mention our dearest mother. Let’s ask ourselves if we have done anything for our mother, even if It's the most ordinary thing.

On a sunny afternoon, the sun shines softly on the earth, which is very warm. I think of my mother who always washed my hair at this time. Thinking of this, I couldn't control my mood, so I found a basin, poured half of the cold water, and then poured half of the hot water and stirred evenly until the water temperature was just right. The water at this time was like a spring day. The sunshine in the house was half warm and comfortable. I brought the water from the house to the yard, found a stool, and took my mother out. After she came out, my mother was still a little surprised, thinking she was still dreaming? The mother said: I didn’t expect that my baby would care about others. I said: Of course. So I pulled my mother to sit down, wrapped a dry towel around her collar, then put some water in the basin with my hands and rubbed it gently. It was like smearing shampoo on my mother's head and rubbing it with my hands. The foam came out, and after a while there was a tall white foam tower on my mother's head.

It was like clouds in the sky. After rubbing it for a while, I used clean water to remove the foam. After washing it off and getting rid of the foam, I saw the silver threads in my black hair under the sunlight. My mother worked hard day and night for us, so she would be tired on the bed several times. I blushed when I thought of this. My usual attitude towards my mother is only one ten thousandth of the way my mother treats me.

All the glory and pride in the world comes from my mother. yes! Since mothers can love us so much, then as children, we should tend to pour all our love into our mothers, and we must use practical actions to repay our mothers. My Mother's Composition for the First Grade of Junior High School Part 6

During the summer vacation, I returned to my hometown in Wang An. When I arrived at my grandma's house, I was so happy that I was speechless. "Yiyan, it's rare for you to come back. You must treat me well for dinner. Tell me, what do you want for dinner? As long as grandma can cook it, I'll satisfy you!" Grandma said excitedly, "I want to eat mandarin fish from Wang'an River. I haven't for a long time. "Have you eaten the mandarin fish made by grandma?" I said happily, "..." Grandma said nothing, "What's wrong? Grandma, you can agree to it!" happy. "How can I regret my dear granddaughter? It's just that there are no fish in Wang An River." Grandma said helplessly.

"Ah? How could this happen?" I was shocked. "In recent years, people have dumped garbage in the stream. In a few years, Wang Anxi has been littered with garbage. The water has become turbid and smelly, and there are fewer and fewer fish. ." Grandma became angrier as she spoke. I used all my strength to run to the Wang An River quickly. I was stunned. What I saw was a mess, and the river was filled with the smell of rotting garbage. There are ruins on both sides of the river bank, and garbage can be seen everywhere. In the past, Wang'an River was crystal clear, fish and shrimp lived freely in the river, and willow trees were planted on both sides of the river bank. At that time, I could still lie on the grass and look at the blue sky. Today's Wang Anxi has long lost its former splendor, replaced by garbage everywhere, the disappearance of fish, and the decline of both sides of the river. Wang Anxi has nurtured generations of Wang An people! Now, it has become like this, alas...

"Hey, little classmate, what are you doing standing here? The sun is shining at noon!" A strange old man stood in front of me. He looked carefully at the old man whom he had never met before. He was wearing an old shirt that had been washed white, and a pair of unsuitable trousers that were too big on him and even reached the heels. He had a few sparse white hairs, and his face was full of traces of time. He held a hand in his left hand. A bucket, a broom in his right hand, and a garbage truck parked next to him. "Uncle, what are you doing?" I asked very puzzled. "Look at your appearance, you are not from Wang An. I have been cleaning here. However, no matter how long I clean, I can't keep up with their destruction. Alas..." The uncle was a little sad. "Then why do you insist on cleaning up here?" "Although they have never gotten rid of these bad habits, I still hope that one day they can protect this stream and make Wang Anxi return to the same vitality as before. I believe that one day I can lead everyone with my own efforts to restore Wang Anxi to his vibrant self. However, I am also old, and one day I will be unable to get up. Wang Anxi, when will you change? Clear." The uncle looked at the current Wang Anxi with expectant eyes. After saying that, he slowly walked into the messy garbage pile. I couldn't help but feel a sore nose. Maybe the old man would never come out again after he went in. Dedicating his later years to the mother river King Anxi, he has devoted all his energy to unlimited work.

As the sun sets, the rickety back gradually blurs on Wang Anxi...

Wang Anxi! When will you become clear? My mother's composition for the first grade of junior high school, Chapter 7

My mother likes to read my compositions the most. My mother often says that I am the best gift God has given her. It is precisely because of my existence that she has worked hard and without complaint for so many years.

My mother is a country woman and she has four brothers and sisters in her family. She is the eldest sister, and unintentionally the hardest and most difficult one. She has been busy helping the family since she was sensible. Go out early and come back late, cutting grass for livestock. In addition, I have to clean the house and take care of my younger siblings. In our small family, she also has endless things to do.

My mother seems to be loose but effective in controlling me. My mother loved reading, but due to family circumstances she could not afford to go to school, so she placed all her hopes on me. When I failed in exams, she never blamed me or beat or scolded me. He just sat aside and ignored me, but this made me feel even more sad and conscience-stricken, so I went to the study to analyze the mistakes. When I didn't go to eat, she would stop urging me after a few times. And when I finished my chores and prepared to eat, the food had already been put away, so I was hungry all night. From now on, I will never waste time eating again.

My mother is very filial to her elders. As the saying goes: "The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is difficult." However, in the past many years, my mother has never had any disagreement with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. The two old people always praise their good daughter-in-law when they meet each other, and they are closer than their own daughters. But I know very well that my mother's hardships. The elderly have very strict requirements. My mother is careful and attentive to everything. She visits her two elders regularly every year and provides them with living expenses. When my grandparents came to play at home, she always told me to be polite and give the delicious food to the elders first.

A while ago, my mother fell ill and was so weak that she was in the hospital. It was just in time for my final exam. After walking out of the examination room, I rushed to the hospital immediately. The usual heavy housework and work carved wrinkles on her face and dyed her black hair white, turning her from a fair and strong girl to a haggard face now. My mother, who was lying on the hospital bed, smiled at me, and tears flashed in the corners of my eyes. From that moment on, I knew: it was my turn to take care of her! During the night vigil, I poured tea, fed people, helped change clothes... These were a series of actions I had never done before, and that day became surprisingly smooth.

The song "Wandering Son's Song" tells the greatness and selflessness of maternal love for thousands of years. Our lives belong to our mothers, and maternal love always flows in our blood and can never be regulated. And sometimes mothers still care about their children, all the time.

This time, I am not the one singing praises. To be honest: understanding maternal love is a sign of maturity, because it shows that we have said goodbye to the naivety of simply asking for love, and can now discover the most ordinary and greatest things in daily life. love. Maybe only in this way can we truly love our mothers. My mother's composition for the first grade of junior high school, Chapter 8

People often say: "Father's love is like a mountain, and mother's love is like water." This describes a father's love as great as a mountain, towering into the sky. A mother's love is as gentle as clear water and can change one's mind.

I love my mother, especially her kind face and kind attitude, which I will never forget.

Mother is such a familiar word to me. Mother is a person who stays with me day and night. My mother's eyelashes are as eye-catching as the crescent moon in the sky, her big and bright eyes are shining like black grapes, and the corner of her playful mouth is "embedded" with an unforgettable beauty mark. This is my mother. Although she was born in a rural area and did not read many books, I benefited a lot from the education she gave me.

When I was a child, I was a happy little bird. I would always chatter non-stop while I was eating. My mother would take the trouble to educate me: "You don’t talk when you eat, and you don’t talk when you sleep." And I ? He is always like an ignorant child. As soon as his mother's words enter his left ear, they disappear in the right ear. I remember that the soup my mother cooked was particularly delicious, and she was like a nutrition master. Every time I eat, she always tells me: "Drink soup before eating, and you won't be afraid of getting stomach problems. This is the basic way to maintain good health. I must remember it in the future." I nodded frequently in confusion, praising my mother's knowledge. So rich.

My mother not only educated me, but also taught me the knowledge of life. And he took great care and concern for me.

I remember one time I was playing in a place in front of my house. When I was having fun, an unknown object suddenly hit me in the head. His head was buzzing, and he fell to the ground in an instant. It happened that a neighbor's child discovered my danger and ran to the field to find my mother. My mother was so scared when she saw this scene that she quickly dialed the "120" emergency number on her mobile phone and sent me to the hospital. In the ambulance, I groaned in pain. After hearing this, my mother kissed my forehead and kept comforting me: " Don't be afraid, good boy, it doesn't matter, mom will be fine by your side." Listening to my mother's heart-warming words and feeling her gentle and delicate caress, I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, my mother was still holding me tightly. I saw her charming eyes were so red and knew that she must have shed a lot of tears for me. Those hands that have worked hard for me day and night and have become a little rough are so warm, sticking to my body like a stove sticking to my cold heart.

Mom’s kiss, a sweet kiss. Make me miss you till now.

Mother, my mother. An ordinary rural woman has given me so much care and help. I love you. I don’t know how much more love I will “steal” from you in the future of my life. What can I give in return? I will continue to study hard and continue to move towards the goals in my heart. My Mother's Composition for the First Grade of Junior High School, Part 9

On the long road of growth, countless people have accompanied us through difficulties and shared happiness. Thank you for having you along the way, mother, for making me more confident and strong.

Mom, it was you who encouraged me and made me more confident after I failed in the exam.

Tick-tock, there was drizzle outside the window, the weather was gloomy, and the biting cool wind hit my cheeks, making me even more depressed. I stared at the physics test paper with red crosses on the table. The bright red 72 points made me even more uneasy. At this time, my mother opened the door gently, walked in quietly, and looked at my test paper. I closed my eyes in fear, thinking that what I was getting was a slap, but it was a gentle touch. She spread out my test paper. , carefully analyzed the reasons for my mistakes, pointed out my bad study habits, and said: "Failure in an exam does not represent everything about you. It cannot determine your life. As long as you treat your shortcomings correctly and correct them, And if you don’t make the same mistake again, you will definitely get good grades.” After listening to my mother, I looked at my paper again. Yes, I made a mistake in the question I made wrong last time. My mother was right. , I suddenly felt confident, no longer frustrated, and immersed myself in the sea of ??questions. Mother, thank you for encouraging me as I grew up and making me more confident. I was not depressed by a failure in an exam. Thank you for being with me along the way.

Mom, you guided me when I wanted to give up and taught me to be strong. Thank you for having you along the way.

I fell to the ground again, and my knee was scratched and bleeding again. The pain made me shed tears of cowardice. I angrily dropped my skates and wiped my tears while sitting next to my mother, longing for care and care. Comfort, but what comes is the mother's stern eyes and criticism: Girls can't be too delicate and cry at the slightest injury. What should I do if they encounter greater difficulties in the future? Be stronger and believe in yourself. You can do it. ! He wiped away my tears, put on the skates for me, and helped me up. I gritted my teeth and moved forward, gliding slowly. I looked back inadvertently, and he was smiling at me. I became stronger, putting aside my wounds and The pain continued to slide forward, again and again, but I did not cry, but continued to move forward.

My mother’s encouragement and guidance made me confident and strong, which are all part of my growth. My mother is my guide in my growth. Thank you for having you along the way.